Ambush 2 (Thanks to Zhai Zhu for the Alliance Leader)

Wang Yiyang boarded the vehicle and walked straight down the aisle into the middle carriage.

He took a cup of hot milk from Lei Wei and sat in the leather chair by the desk, taking a gentle sip.

"Based on the long-range video assessment and the combined opinions of weapons experts and extreme martial artists, we have established a standard martial artist rank evaluation for Zhong Can."

Lei Wei briefly introduced the progress of the mission before picking up a stack of papers from the table and handing them to Wang Yiyang.

"These are the evaluation materials you requested."

"Mm, thank you." Wang Yiyang took the documents, not bothering to look at the cover, and flipped to the first page.

'Zhong Can: Male, twenty-eight years old. Proficient in Moon Sky Fist, Black Eagle Fist, Nine Intense Fingers, and Water-Severing River-Solidifying Movement Technique. Other skills unknown.

Strength Evaluation: Immense power, extreme speed, physique capable of supporting prolonged, high-intensity bursts.

Preliminary Positioning: Bright Light rank.'

The following sections contained an analysis of Zhong Can's personality and his past activities.

Wang Yiyang was already aware of some of these details, but others were entirely new to him.

There was also an analysis of Zhong Can's motives; his personality seemed to possess a strange, twisted quality. He harbored an intense hostility toward firearms, a point reflected multiple times throughout the file.

After carefully reading through the information, Wang Yiyang set the papers down and fell into silence.

"You've read the file, haven't you? Do you think the assessment of Zhong Can's strength is accurate?" he suddenly asked.

Lei Wei pondered for a moment.

"Personally, I believe the data is quite accurate, though he may possess certain secret techniques that could boost his strength in the short term."

"Is that so?" Wang Yiyang said calmly. "Then, in terms of strength, how many of our elites could a martial artist of the Bright Light rank handle?"

"It would depend on the actual combat environment, timing, strategy, and other factors," Lei Wei replied.

"Fair point." Wang Yiyang lowered his head and scrutinized the file once more.

Beep... Beep...

Suddenly, a sharp, urgent ringtone erupted from Lei Wei's phone.

Her expression shifted, and she quickly pulled out the phone to answer.

Due to the nature of her work, Lei Wei usually kept her phone on silent, with only a select few numbers set to trigger a ringtone.

Whenever those numbers called, it meant something extremely troublesome had occurred.

Just like now.

As Lei Wei listened to the rapid-fire report from the person on the other end, her face turned slightly pale.

Soon, she hung up and looked at Wang Yiyang with a serious expression.

"Boss, regarding the strength assessment for Zhong Can, I believe we need an update."

"Oh?" Wang Yiyang looked up at her.

Lei Wei's expression was grave as she spoke quickly: "We just received news that among the martial artists previously sent by Mantis—all of whom died at Zhong Can's hands—at least two were extreme martial artists, and one of them was even a registered Bright Light rank martial artist with the Martial Alliance!"

"Bright Light rank??" Wang Yiyang narrowed his eyes. "Interesting."

Inside the Yuekong Martial Arts Hall.

"How dare you speak to the master like that!!"

Xiao Hong glared at Zhong Can. This junior brother, who had always been humble and introverted, now seemed like a completely different person, making her feel both alienated and threatened.

It wasn't just her; Nicholas also stared at Zhong Can with a grim expression.

"Zhong Can, what did you mean by that just now? Are you trying to fight us?" Nicholas whispered, suppressing his anger.

Zhong Can didn't even look at them; he raised his head to meet the gaze of Wang Xinlong, the master he had always respected.

"I have endured for a very, very long time." He slowly stood up straight, his strong, burly frame stretching and expanding like a vine.

"But you were never willing to pass the final secret technique to me. That one ultimate technique of the Moon Sky Fist."

"And so?" Wang Xinlong's eyes held a trace of sorrow and a glimmer of hope.

He hoped this was all just a hallucination—that his most beloved disciple hadn't actually stood up to rebel, and was still sitting on the meditation cushion, quietly completing his practice.

Unfortunately, there was no rewind button for reality.

"And so..."

A faint, scorching heat seemed to rise from Zhong Can's body.

A hot, turbid aura, like a breeze, began to spread and permeate from him.

That aura was like a thick shadow, deep and pitch-black, radiating from him as the center and creeping toward every corner of the hall.

Wherever the aura touched, Nicholas and Xiao Hong couldn't help but change color, forced to retreat several steps.

Only Wang Xinlong remained standing where he was.

He did not retreat.

Because a scorching, turbid aura was also faintly permeating from his body.

It was just that compared to Zhong Can, the aura on him was softer and clearer.

Two invisible auras confronted and compressed each other within the hall.

Nicholas raised his hand to signal the other miscellaneous disciples to withdraw quietly, then slowly retreated himself, gently taking his phone out from his breast pocket.

He knew very well that Zhong Can's strength far exceeded his own.

Only the teacher could face him head-on in this place; even Xiao Hong could at most serve as a distraction.

Therefore, the most important thing he should do now was to call for reinforcements!

He thought that no matter how strong Zhong Can was, if he called dozens or hundreds of people, all wearing protective gear to charge in, they could pile up and crush this junior brother to death.

"Teacher, I wonder if your fear can become the key for me to break free from everything..."

Zhong Can slowly raised his hand.

In the instant he raised his hand, all the invisible aura throughout the hall gathered into his palm like a vortex.

Crack!

In an instant, a bolt of lightning streaked across outside the window.

The moment the light flashed, two figures charged forward simultaneously.

With the same posture and the same movements, two fists—one from the left and one from the right—converged with two invisible, massive auras, striking toward each other's heads at the same time.

On the perimeter of Yuekong Martial Arts Hall.

The light rain was blown by the gale, tilting and twisting, constantly swaying.

Figures with green adhesive tape rings on their arms appeared silently outside the martial arts hall's perimeter wall.

These figures were all draped in black raincoats, their gazes focused on the entrance of the martial arts hall.

"Zhong Can still ignores our messages. If you ask me, there's no need to accommodate him this much. Even if he is a top-tier genius seen once in a century, so what? Could he possibly beat all of us? The teacher's indulgence toward him has far exceeded reasonable bounds."

Among the figures, a woman with a bewitching figure and charming features rolled her long brown hair, staring at the direction of the martial arts hall with slight jealousy, as if she wanted to pierce through the wall to see someone hidden inside.

"So now, it is time for him to make a choice." Behind the woman, a tall man with red eyebrows slowly stepped out.

"If he is still unwilling to make up his mind, then we will help him decide. Isn't he always unwilling to leave this martial arts hall? We'll give him a hand." The red-browed man said calmly.

"What do you mean?" The bewitching woman showed a look of confusion.

"The teacher likes him alive, but a dead Zhong Can will have no value whatsoever." The red-browed man revealed a cold smile.

"Attack!" He waved his hand violently, and the figures were about to force their way through the door.

Bang!!

With an explosive sound, the wooden door of the martial arts hall shattered, and two figures charged out directly against the curtain of rain.

The two seemed to be in a state of high-speed combat, lasting less than two seconds.

Bang!!

One of the figures stumbled and lost their footing, being struck on the right shoulder by a palm, their body rolling and tumbling out, crashing into the crowd standing nearby.

The powerful inertia of the impact knocked four people in the crowd down heavily.

The sound of bones breaking came from the four people who were hit, crisp and conspicuous.

Only then was the true face of the person who had been knocked out revealed.

It was none other than the aged-looking Wang Xinlong.

He supported himself with one hand, half-kneeling on the ground, while wisps of steam were constantly evaporated from the rainwater on his body by his scorching body temperature.

And the one who had knocked him back was none other than Zhong Can, standing before the martial arts hall's gate.

But strangely, there were no injuries on Wang Xinlong's body; he merely appeared somewhat exhausted.

Zhong Can's hair was disheveled, and he let the rain soak his body. His gaze slowly swept across the surroundings. His expression was serene.

"Zhong Can, you...!!" The red-browed man had just opened his mouth when he saw Zhong Can's palm move like lightning, leaving an afterimage as it struck a Mantis martial artist on the right.

Crack!

A series of bone-cracking sounds erupted like firecrackers.

Although the martial artist had raised his arms in an attempt to block, his body was still sent flying, with no telling how many of his bones broken.

Zhong Can's power seemed to pass through the block, acting directly inside his body. There was no resistance.

"You are all shackles!!"

A black shadow flashed. Zhong Can's figure charged straight at the red-browed man, accompanied by a cold, low shout.

The red-browed man let out a cold snort, his arms suddenly swelling as he stomped his feet hard against the ground.

With a dull thud, his figure surged forward to meet the challenge.

Bang!

Not far from where the martial arts hall was engaged in combat.

A line of vehicles slowly pulled to a stop. Car doors opened, and large squads of black-clad armed soldiers in protective gear, wielding submachine guns and shotguns, poured out and began to surround the martial arts hall.

Further away, blue drones hovered in the light rain, circling the perimeter of the hall.

Each drone was equipped with an automated fire-control cannon, with enough firepower to cover every corner of the martial arts hall, currently on the verge of activation.

Even further out, snipers who had long been hidden were already in position, focusing their scopes on the situation inside the hall.

Within a hundred-meter radius, soldiers in protective gear placed all-weather signal jammers on the ground.

Powerful interference signals completely blanketed the area, leaving no blind spots.

Zzz.

A sedan with a silver-based white cross pattern emblazoned on its body pulled up slowly behind the other vehicles.

Lei Wei quickly stepped out, circled around, and opened the door on the other side.

Wang Yiyang stepped out slowly, raising his eyes to look toward the martial arts hall.

"It seems Grandfather is having quite a bit of fun. It's been a long time since the old man has stretched his bones like this," he said with a smile.

"Are we not going to make a move yet, Boss?" Lei Wei asked, sounding somewhat worried.

"Grandfather's vital signs are quite stable; even with his age, he won't be defeated by Zhong Can in an instant," Wang Yiyang shook his head.

"Besides, he needs to be completely disillusioned with Zhong Can first."

The snipers he had placed in ambush would not let anyone inside the hall come to harm so easily.

Although Zhong Can was strong, the others were not weaklings without the power to resist.

It would take only a second for the snipers to intervene in the battle at any moment.

Moreover, the current situation was already under his control; what kind of waves could a mere Zhong Can possibly make?

Therefore, he was in no rush.

"Then what are we...?" Lei Wei asked, confused. She did not understand the purpose of Wang Yiyang keeping the car here.

"Wait," Wang Yiyang smiled.

"Wait?"

"Of course," Wang Yiyang brushed some non-existent dust from his collar. "I spent tens of millions just to get my hands on that tiny bit of special poison gas. I have to see the results, don't I?"

He began to walk toward the martial arts hall.